lyric prompt three. (fic)

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Series: Sherlock
Rating: PG 13.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Summary: Lyric prompt (Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines. These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat. )
Author's note: This is my first POV fic! Or is it a drabble? I have no idea.

Comments

[danglingdingle]

Very fluently flowing (I'd call it a) ficlet. I could see the surroundings as if I was there with John, watching Sherlock pacing impatiently.

John needs to snap out of it.

Great work!

[unresolved]

Thank you! I've never written for John before, so I'm glad to hear that!

\o\

[gekidasa]

I particularly liked the look into John's pysche, and how he's reflecting on his "addiction". :D

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Hee, thank you! :)

[faience]

I maintain (now in comment form) that this is sad. "He wouldn't be any help to Sherlock any way, not in his state." Joohhhnn. :|

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Sad in a cute way, am I right or am I right?

[faience]

Oh, John Watson is always cute.

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AGREED.